Miodrag Vuković: Sherlock Holmes's repose
| musicians' repose in the afternoon summer afternoon of solitary swimmers in polluted water overwhelmed by centripetal forces all conductor's efforts notwithstanding dispersed by warm wind musicians walk along the beach stuffed with straw and futile gestures big bellows merely eastward inclined they collect dispersed petals of a colorless flower and head for horizon a white face meets them implores tries to convert musicians into fanatic creed of those fatigued by hunger temple pillars deep in the desert missionaries along dubious path losts way in the primeval forest musicians recall the rhythm of the funeral march they play far apart henri rousseau listens carefully the conductor indifferently rides a fiery-mane lion knows his way reaches mississippi melody improvisation elephants disrupt the path henri rousseau remembers all a vergin waiting for her unclothed lover sprawled on the couch of an indigene who did not go astray cane after monsoon rains a chair a mirror in gold adorned frame henri rousseau dies henri rousseau resurrects candles burn down on the tomb flowers wither henri rousseau plays a violin naturally onlookers run away spreads his hands plays persistently ENGAGED COUPLE you sing nowadays in a room's corner as a canary your own voice kills you ricocheted of six walls filled with voice as a pregnant woman with a child you finger your belly and give a belch forgetting your numbness thereupon you run after butterflies or flowers on a meadow or carpet whatever your fiancée sits in corner's feathery shade knits a sweater or a net it is not as important as her subtle smile lined with a quality and sharpened pencil so you long to sing choral songs in this magnificent landscape with very blurred horizon and the sun obviously very close you are silent seem dead arms folded wreaths tears music other equipment Translated by: Uroš Zeković |
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